There once were. Then a boy ate the . Only one was left, and he was sad that he had only one left. He then ate the . So he baked some cookies. This time he putin the cookies, and they tasted even better. So now he had a lot of . They turned out to be his favorite and they were the only kind he bakes.
There once were
. Then a boy ate the
. Only one
was left, and he was sad that he had only one
left. He then ate the
. So he baked some cookies. This time he put
in the cookies, and they tasted even better. So now he had a lot of
. They turned out to be his favorite and they were the only kind he bakes.